We planned to stay pretty cheap and for the first time, decided to stay on the far side of the Strip instead of right in the thick of things. Bad idea. It was the nastiest, grimiest, Cocka-rooch infested hotel I have ever stayed in. I slept fully clothed, so to have as little of my skin touch anything on that bed. There was no hot water, only 2 of the three lights worked and the table was sticky. I was willing to put up with everything until the next morning when I put the blankets back on the bed and a cockarooch scuttled under the bed. That was when I made my announcement that I was done and walked out the door. (The next night found me at the relatively safe Imperial Palace.) Aruba Hotel and Spa, my ass.